Once a profound phrase of yore, these words have been made trite and meaningless, thrown around rather liberally and injudiciously for many years, as a passing reaction to a passing, a token verbal gesture when a life is lost. The idea of a final peaceful rest was born out of the idea that life was hard. Life was a constant, daily series of unending stresses with no respite or vacation. The grind would grind you into the ground eventually, where maybe finally you could catch a break. My perspective on these solemn words is not so bleak. I see this expression as a rally cryâ?¦ As a call to action. To live is little more than a constant, yet finite, stream of opportunitiesâ?¦ Chances to achieve, to do better, to learn and experience. To think new thoughts, visit distant lands and to chase dreams that only you could conceive. We should live life loud and on the edge. Live in dynamic shades and savory flavors. Live to be brash and bold and unique and distinct. Live to make our mark and be true to ourselves, on our own terms, against the grain and in defiance to the demands of a dusty social order set in place by those too scared to fight the system and to speak truth to power. We should live by a code, expecting more of ourselves, doing what its right when it would be so easy to do nothing at all. Living hard and fast, living brave and proud. Never so passive to grow old gracefully, but instead to rage, rage against the dying of the light. Living life with the stereo cranked to ten. Living in vibrant, loud color. Beaming our life force into the external universeâ?¦ Expending it all. Earning the right to one day rest in peace.
[quote]MattyXL wrote:
Damn I wish I followed this log from the beginning…its fucking awesome in here. Damn Rock your a really really strong dude. Ill definitely be following now.[/quote]
Thanks for stopping in man. There are drugs and bitches and weights being thrown about casually…help yourself.
was lights out at set 5…wobbly knees…head pounding…vision dimmed and blurry…uneasy stomach
cut the last to sets to 8 reps
locker room puke
I’m not going back to the gum til Friday for the quad day…without a doubt I’ll need that much rest…right now I’m still shivring and shaking…seeing flases of light…feel drained…BUT the shoulder pump is something nasty
But whores have better seasoning. Virgin blood is really the only way a vampire can be killed…got submerge us in it…but you’d have to kill like 90 people to fully cover me…is it worth it. human?
Natural death or even murder…accidents…your life flashes before your eyes…all of your past plays
If death occurs by your own hand…you become psychic for a while…you see what you would have become…irony of suicide…you see the future you will never be apart of
if only brought to the brink however…nlurs of the future reveal themselves…
[quote]gregron wrote:
you said your working with a trainer now rock? How come? you said you werent planning on competing so whats up?
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I like the idea of being coached up, that’s all. Different ideas fly between us. I ALWAYS have sgood spotter…motivation…plus, this guy is 2 decades older than I am so there’s lots of experience to learn from.
I’ve always kind of had a trainer in some form though…actual coaches, my dad, older brothers etc I’d rather pay someone than deal with bullshit sometimey “workout partners”.
[quote]gregron wrote:
you said your working with a trainer now rock? How come? you said you werent planning on competing so whats up?
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I like the idea of being coached up, that’s all. Different ideas fly between us. I ALWAYS have sgood spotter…motivation…plus, this guy is 2 decades older than I am so there’s lots of experience to learn from.
